I lived in a haunted house.

[Feanorcurufinwe]

This is an account my ex-wife wrote about the haunted house we lived in.

This is a rather lengthy account of my house.

Back in 1990 when my husband and I got married, we moved to a little town in Montana called Red Lodge. This town was founded way back in the 1850's by immigrant settlers, but the crow indians had lived there way before. The name Red Lodge comes from when the crow were there - the red teepee (or lodge) was where you could find the medicine man. When we moved there the population was less than 2,000 and it's the county seat for miles and miles. Anyway - the tales begin:

First we needed to rent a house. We went to Summit Realty and they took us to this one house. It used to be a duplex, but they were renting it as one house now. We walked over the threshold, and I immediately knew that this house had a ghostly resident. My husband thought I was crazy - always the skeptic (stories of my childhood experiences will come later). I said you'll find out that it's true, I know these things. We ended up renting the house because it was cheap, available, and allowed dogs.

The first thing I noticed was that the air upstairs was often stifling in the heat, and freezing in the cold - abnormally so. Those of you who have experienced such environmants probrably know what I'm talking about. And, at times, I felt really uncomfortable - like I was shrouded in a misty blanket. My head space usually went cloudy. At first we had our bedroom upstairs, and I used the extra kitchen as my art studio. I was always afraid to go to bed by myself at night and had to either lay awake until my husband came up, or convince him to come up and read. I always felt that someone was watching me. I was always in such a hurry to get out of there when dressing.

Well, not much activity really happened until we completely shut off the upstairs for the winter. No sense heating two houses. So we moved our bedroom downstairs and used the upstairs for storage. Since this house was a duplex, it has two entrances - one leading directly to the downstairs apartment, and one leading right up a staircase to the second floor. One day I started hearing the door to the second floor open, someone run up the stairs, then run all the way across the upstairs of the house. This happened over and over and over. I even went to investigate - but of course I knew that it wasn't anyone else but our resident ghost - especially since that door remained locked! I was all creeped out of course and felt as it someone was watching me the whole time - and it was always in the bedroom up there. Even when I was in the shower downstairs I heard footsteps pacing back and forth right above the shower. I told my husband and he was still skeptical until one night we were building a fire in the woodstove when it happened again. He said, "Did you hear that?" "Hear what?" I replied even though I heard it, too. He described the front door opening, etc. and I lashed out with an emphatic Aha! From then on he believed every word I said.

My husband only heard the door incident, but I repeatedly heard the footsteps over the shower, the front door incident, and the movement or knocking down of things upstairs. It was as if "he" (and I say he of which I will explain later) was living upstairs just as if it was still a duplex.

That spring we opened the upstairs again, but didn't move our bedroom up there. We set it up as the guest quarters instead, and discovered that all along we had free cable so we hooked up our TV and made the adjoining room a second living room.

Then I found out that my good friend from high school lived in Great Falls, MT with her husband so I invited them down - they stayed for about 1 week. Valerie has always been sensitive as well and I wanted her opinion. I never told her about anything because I wanted to see what she came up with. As soon as she arrived and set herself up in the guest room upstairs, she instantly knew that someone was watching her. She thought nothing of it until one night she came running downstairs all freaked out and refused to go back up there. She left her husband sleeping there. She proceeded to explain that she had seen a tall shadow on the wall and had sensed that it was a man looking at her. She said she could feel him staring at her while she was getting ready for bed. Then she said she could feel him in bed between her husband and herself and he was feeling her face. This is when she freaked out and came downstairs. She said she knew it wasn't going to hurt her, but all the same it was a strange feeling. She slept on the couch the rest of her stay. Not much else really happened while she was there.

The last incident happened one night while we were upstairs watching TV. It was a warm summer evening so we had all of the windows open. This house was built at the turn of the century and it has those old fashioned windows that were on pully systems, so half of them were broken and you had to prop them open with pieces of wood. There was no breeze blowing and everything seemed to be average (with my husband upstairs, I never felt as strange as usual, but still felt as if I was always being watched). He went in to the bathroom and I was still watching TV when all of a sudden we heard a loud BOOM as if every window fell at once, or as if an M80 blew up right in the TV room!! My husband came running out of the bathroom and we both looked at each other with puzzlement. We then thought it was a window ot two - but like I said, there was no breeze and upon inspection all windows were just as they had been. My husband hadn't quite finished so he went back into the bathroom and I sat down to watch TV. Suddendly I felt "him" come toward me and "he" then touched me across the left side of the face, then down my neck and was gone. I was paralized!! I told my husband what had just happened and we were both pretty stunned by the whole thing.

A few tidbits on the history of the house: I had mentioned that it was built at the turn of the century. When you walked in the house, because it was turned into a duplex, you could see where the old stairs were and where they remodelled and covered up windows that used to be there. Also, we were told, about 1 month after moving in, that a family had lived upstairs. The youngest son was abused so badly that he almost died in the house. They rushed him to the hospital where he later died. There were crayon marks all over the upstairs walls, which was creepy since I knew about the kid. Now, I don't know about any earlier history, but I did mention that both my friend and I thought it was male - she thought it was a grown man, I however, couldn't tell.

That's about it for our house. I do have a few questions for those who make it through the story: 1. Why didn't my dog, who was a puppy at the time, ever react? 2. Has anyone ever heard a boom like that before? What's the signifigance?

[corarose]

1. Shattering glass like a picture window broke out is what I heard

Our Duplex that was foreclosed on in Buffalo Grove, IL was connected to a man that had murdered people and cut them up in the bathtub what was connected to our bathroom wall.

We bought the Duplex from his sister and in our crawlspace my Dad found a jacket and one boot which he thought that the owners had left behind.

When we first moved in after we turned the lights out my Dad, my sister and I heard a loud noise like the sliding glass door had shattered and then we heard someone in high heels walk across the floor.
We thought that the owners had come back for something and broke the glass out but that didn't make sense. My Dad checked the whole house over and he couldn't find any glass broken.

I was up one night in the second floor bedroom on the computer putting our business stuff up on eBay and it was around 4:30 in the morning. I was sitting there typing away and I heard a knock on the window and it sounded like someones was knocking on the window. I jumped up thinking someone was by our door and at the moment I felt like I was going to pass out because I remember that we had moved and the bedroom was on the second level and unless you were 20 feet tall then you wouldn't be able to get to that window.

One night my Sister was watching TV and she saw a man out of the corner of her eyes running out of the bathroom and when he got into the living room he vanished. He had one shoe on and she said that he had shorts on but she couldn't make anything else out.

I didn't want to go into the garage by myself because it was pitch black and I would get weird feelings in there.
One night I told my Sister that I felt that the man next door had murdered someone and they were in his garage.

This was before it was on the news that he had murdered a man over 30 thousand dollars and cut his body up and buried him up in MI.

It was not the first time that he had killed anyone either.

The Duplex was only 10 years old but it doesn't matter about the age of the place it's what has happened in it.

Our Cats and Dogs refused to go down the stairs into the family room even if someone was with them.
One of our Dogs would bark at the fireplace for no reason at all but he was a Poodle and they bark no matter what.

5 of my Pets died within 3 years in that Duplex and I thought that they died of old age but it might have been the bad karma that the place had in it.

[areschild]

2. Speaking of shattering glass...

This happened a few years ago when my son was about 9. One night I was sitting on his bed talking to him before he went to sleep. I reached over to turn the glass lamp off, and bumped it off the end table. It had a globe with a hurricane type glass in the center of it. Well, we heard the shattering of glass and I just knew that there were hundreds of pieces of glass on the floor. The room was now dark and I was barefooted. I started to go flip the overhead light switch, and my son said, "Be careful, mom, don't cut your feet."

Well, I made it safely to the light switch and turned it on; ready to survey the damage. I picked up the globe and it was still intact. Next I picked up the hurricane glass and it was intact. We inspected the glass thoroughly but no cracks or breaks. However, we found an extra piece of glass that matched the hurricane glass, but there wasn't any piece missing. Now, I know we both heard the shattering of glass, and how it happened, I don't know.

[Hubert Flottz]

3. My X wife Haunts Houses!

She's Skeery!